Epilogue: Golden Years
Stretching Willow awoke slowly. She remembered everything: Xander's death, Buffy's interference and the strange demon who had granted her wish. The demon had promised to make everything better but now she wasn't so sure. Sitting up she tried to adjust to her surroundings; the sparse room with a double bed against one wall. Best to explore she thought and find out more.
There was another door opposite the one she'd just exited she cautiously peered round. Her life in Sunnydale had prepared her for many sights but this was not one of them. Wrapped around each other, sprawled on the only furniture: the bed was Xander and Spike. As shocked as she was, she had to admit that this was an amazing sight.
She was unprepared for the arms that slid round her waist now and the lips that nuzzled her neck, but as new experiences go this was not one of the bad.
"Beautiful aren't they? Do you think if we asked nicely they'd let us join in again? That last time was fun."
It suddenly struck Willow who and what she was, although she remembered nothing of this life, it felt right somehow. Xander had been right; she felt more like herself than ever, no more hiding for her, she was free to be herself.
"I hope so," she answered, turning round to kiss Cordelia.
Stretching Willow awoke slowly. She remembered everything: Xander's death, Buffy's interference and the strange demon who had granted her wish. The demon had promised to make everything better but now she wasn't so sure. Sitting up she tried to adjust to her surroundings; the sparse room with a double bed against one wall. Best to explore she thought and find out more.
There was another door opposite the one she'd just exited she cautiously peered round. Her life in Sunnydale had prepared her for many sights but this was not one of them. Wrapped around each other, sprawled on the only furniture: the bed was Xander and Spike. As shocked as she was, she had to admit that this was an amazing sight.
She was unprepared for the arms that slid round her waist now and the lips that nuzzled her neck, but as new experiences go this was not one of the bad.
"Beautiful aren't they? Do you think if we asked nicely they'd let us join in again? That last time was fun."
It suddenly struck Willow who and what she was, although she remembered nothing of this life, it felt right somehow. Xander had been right; she felt more like herself than ever, no more hiding for her, she was free to be herself.
"I hope so," she answered, turning round to kiss Cordelia.